It's such a simple statement isn't it? It doesn't brook any argument and it's impossible to misunderstand.
There's no ultimatum, no threat, no workaround or promise, its not even really an order is it? Just something matter of fact like.
You can't really argue with it can you? You can really go outside and shout up at the blue sky that it isn't blue, can you? Because just one look at the sky reaffirms that.
And I mean it's not like you'll miss it, is it? When you think about it, to cum is to finish, to complete, to cum is the end of your pleasure so when I tell you.
It's really s gift isn't it? It's really pleasure without an end, the ability to touch and edge and play, to feel your thoughts melting away, to let your mind grow soft and dumb, all because.
Your worried now that it might be true, that you can't cum, the sky is blue, both are simple un arguable facts, you KNOW the sky is blue, so you KNOW.
You can try, you can rub until your numb, till your brains leak out, till your empty and dumb, no matter what you try to do, it doesn't matter because...
Everytime you look outside, or stop to rub between your thighs, it still won't matter what you do.
You can't cum, The sky is blue
Oh, you might try and prove me wrong, your body might even play along, go ahead and have some fun, it doesn't change that.
Every moment you spend rubbing, touching edging, your brain is playing those three words over and over
The tension will start to drive you numb, each moment rubbing turns you dumb, your IQ dropping 1 by 1, all because
Eventually panic melts away, perhaps it's only for today, tomorrow might grant you release, maybe then it won't be true, but even then.
So edge and touch and melt your brain, down your thighs your thoughts will drain, you'll rub those silly thoughts away, dumbing down day by day, IQ dropping one by one and all because.
